ninth junior sister

Chapter 199

Xuanyuan Yu blinked, and said embarrassedly: "I'll go and ask him to come in now."

A few days ago, she overheard Dr. Zhang's words, and only after tortured to extract a confession did she learn that Yun Jingxuan was seriously injured.Because of the worry in her heart, she desperately wanted to see him. She knew that he didn't want to see her, so the person who appointed her sent her away month by month. She thought Yun Jingxuan would not wake up at this time, but why? Everything can't go her way?

Looking at Xuanyuan Yu's slowly rising figure, Yun Jingxuan frowned slightly, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the expression on his face seemed to be three feet cold, which made people feel cold.

It was night, the wind and snow gradually subsided, the moon and stars were thinning, Ling Xiaoruo finally remembered to go back to see his elder brother after wandering outside for a few hours, so he dragged his tired body towards Hanjiang Bieyuan.

After entering the other courtyard, she didn't feel anything unusual, only felt that there seemed to be fewer palace people cleaning the other courtyard.

Ling Xiaoruo lowered his head, and walked forward listlessly. After passing a section of bluestone brick ground, he reached an arched bridge. When the cold wind hit, Ling Xiaoruo shivered, and couldn't help tightening his collar. .

"It's really cold!" After wandering outside for several hours, she never felt cold before, but when the wind in the courtyard blew, she actually shivered.

When I flinched, I felt that there seemed to be something floating in front of my eyes, with a bright beam of light.

Ling Xiaoruo stared at it, but saw dots of white light flickering in front of his eyes in the deep night.

"Fireflies!" Ling Xiaoruo said joyfully when he recognized those light spots clearly.

At first, there were only a few fireflies flying around her, and then they gradually increased, floating around her like phantoms with bright stars.

Ling Xiaoruo raised his hand, intending to touch those lovely elves, but when he was about to touch them, he saw those fireflies flapping their wings and avoiding them.

In the midst of disappointment, I saw red petals fluttering from top to bottom, and they fell all over the ground. In the night wind in the north, the bright white light danced lingeringly with the crimson petals, as gorgeous as tassels.

Ling Xiaoruo looked up at the sky in disbelief, a bright moon hung above his head, the Milky Way was flowing quietly under the moon, and red petals were dancing on the edge of the Milky Way.

"so beautiful!"

While admiring, he raised his hand, and a petal fell into his hand. When he fixed his eyebrows, he saw that it was a petal of a rose flower.

Who is so leisurely and elegant to put so many petals here?

The red petals floated on Ling Xiaoruo's shoulders, carrying an intoxicating fragrance.

"Girl Zhuomala on the prairie, you have a flower name, beautiful girl Zhuomala, you have a flowery smile, beautiful girl Zhuomala, you are like a cup of sweet wine, drunk with the sun and moon, you Like a melodious pastoral song, the snow-capped mountains and grasslands are beautiful..."

A thick and deep male voice slowly sounded in the wind, the voice was as low as a bell, but there was a slight panting when singing a cappella.

Ling Xiaoruo followed the sound and saw a man in a blue robe standing in the octagonal pavilion by the pond beside the arch bridge. His silver hair danced with the moonlight, and there was a warm smile on his once resolute silhouette. , gentle and elegant.

With his lips slightly parted, he walked towards her singing songs on the grassland.

Ling Xiao seemed to have been immobilized, standing on the arch bridge, neither advancing nor retreating, just staring at the man who was walking towards her slowly, fireflies were flying all over the sky, red petals were falling continuously, entwined around the By his side, she only felt that he was like a god in a fairyland.

He rushed over, stood in front of her, opened his lips, and said something that Ling Xiaoruo hadn't expected at all, he said: "Marry me!"

--Marry me--

It was originally a low hum, but it seemed to be amplified a thousand times by the circular loudspeaker column, and it kept echoing over the other courtyard.

Ling Xiaoruo stared slightly, unable to react, what is senior brother doing now?Is this a marriage proposal?He wants to marry her?

He really wants to marry her?

Ling Xiaoruo was stunned for a while, staring at the silver-haired man under the moon, and said a word: "You... want to marry me?"

Xuanyuan Chen raised his lips and showed a faint smile, nodded and said: "Yes, I want to marry you and be my wife, my only one."

his only...

Is this a lifetime commitment?
Such a heavy promise made Ling Xiaoruo's throat a little choked up, and there was a crystal curtain in his sight.

"I..." Due to the choking in his throat, Ling Xiaoruo's words were a little out of tune.

Xuanyuan Chen raised his eyebrows, waiting for the good news.

After a long silence, Ling Xiaoruo opened his mouth again, still saying that word: "I..."

After finishing speaking, the curtain in the eyes finally slid down the face in an irresistible attraction to gravity, but the remaining words were always contained in the lips.

"Hehe... I said, little junior sister, you are crying like this, don't you want to marry?" During the silence, a hearty voice suddenly sounded in the cold wind.

After the loud sound, there was a clattering sound, which was the sound of a folding fan being opened.

After Ling Xiaoruo heard these words, the tears in her eyes stopped abruptly, and she raised her eyes to follow the sound. When she saw the man beside the octagonal pavilion who was wearing a purple robe and a golden crown shaking his folding fan, the corners of her eyes froze. Lie twitched, one was because he saw his embarrassment when he was crying, and the other was because the folding fan in Sao Baonan's hand was many degrees below zero, and he was still playing the fan, isn't he cold?
Zifeng waved his folding fan, and his black hair danced with the wind. When he saw Ziqing's appearance, he gracefully closed his folding fan and said to the people next to him: "I said, Zichan, I don't think you're going to have any fun in this life. Now, don't worry, there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world, why bother to love a single flower?"

When Ling Xiaoruo heard the word Zichan, his eyes lit up immediately, and he looked towards Zifeng, and sure enough, he saw a man in blue clothes standing beside him. With a touch of sadness in his heart, the night wind rolled up his blue robe, making him look a little haggard.

When Ling Xiaoruo saw Zi Chan, the corners of her lips twitched at the same time, however, the words that Zi Chan blurted out made her have the urge to dig deeper, and she just heard him say: "Marry the senior brother, forget it, If it's someone else, I'm definitely going to fight to the death, Zimo, don't you think so?"

While speaking, he turned his head to look at the man beside him who was dressed in black and completely concealed himself in the night.

The ice-like expression on Zimo's face has not changed for thousands of years. He put his arms around his chest and said coldly: "She is not worthy of senior brother."

Ling Xiaoruo looked at the dark-faced man hiding in the night, and had the urge to step forward and slap him twice. It's been a while since I saw him, why does he still have such a face, is he worthy of locking him up? What's up?It's really a dog taking a mouse, meddling in my own business!
(End of this chapter)